Poetry

by Anouk Blanchett

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Boo

Boo

Pumpkin patches in the field.
I pick the pumpkins one by one.
Before I’m done someone tells me to yield.
I keep on picking until there are none.

I sing a spooky song.
I bake a pie.
Nothing goes wrong.
I cannot lie.

When I am done
The pie makes my mouth stick together like glue.
And one last thing,
What is Halloween without a scary BOO!

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